but it all goes back;
Lately, Tyler had been feeling he was not really a person. Instead, he was just an illusion of a person. He knew who he was to his friends: the one who was constantly tripping and making people laugh; the one with the over the board obsession with Doctor Who, which was actually pretty adorable, too; the one who was always there. But who was he when he didn't have to be those people? He didn't know.
For a long time, he hadn't thought about it. Up until recently, he'd always wanted to just be with his friends and nothing else really mattered. It was only when, during Christmas holidays, at the table on Christmas day, that his grandfather had asked:
"Well laddie, what are you gonna do when you get out of that freak school of yours?"
No one in the family besides his parents and his grandparents knew he was a wizard. Grandpa John always called "freak school" as a joke. None of that was the most unnerving thing about that question. No; the most unnerving thing was its allusion to his future. Tyler hadn't been able to find a concrete answer. What was he going to do with his life after school? Of course, he was only in fifth year and he still had two years to think about that, but still. Most people already knew what they were going to do, whereas he hadn't even begun to think about it.
That'd put his whole life into perspective. The only interest he had in life was Doctor Who and comic books. What the hell was he going to do with that? He was alright at school, but definitely not at the top of the class. When he thought about it, he wasn't really good at anything.
That was why he was sitting in his room at 3pm on a Saturday studying Alchemy, whereas a few months back he would've probably been out in Hogsmeade with his mates. He had to start figuring out what he wanted to do, and fast. Otherwise, he'd wound up being some lowlife who lived off his parents and he didn't want that. He just didn't want to let anybody down.


















